Dragon's Bride

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Benat paced nervously as the midwife sat on the bed where Valeria was propped up, gently palpating her large belly. She was taking longer than usual, and it was filling him with worry.

The older woman made an approving noise and nodded, then turned to look at his restless form. "Come sit," she instructed him, and he climbed onto the bed next to his mate, taking her hand in his.

Valeria smiled at him tiredly. She was even more beautiful now that she carried his offspring, plump and rosy-cheeked. Her brown hair was braided back and her blue eyes shone with love as she stroked her swelling stomach.

"Your patience is appreciated," the midwife said, and Valeria rolled her lovely eyes at him, for he hadn't been patient at all. "But I haven't seen this in a long time." She had been an apprentice midwife when she was chosen as a bride, decades ago, and had resumed her role after giving birth to a dragonlet. Now an old woman, her body no longer gave off the tantalizing scent of a fertile human female, and as such she was free to meet with any dragon as she pleased.

Still, Benat's stomach lurched. What had she discovered that even her long experience had so rarely encountered?

"You're expecting twins," the midwife said plainly.

Benat clung to his mate, dumbfounded. No dragon's bride had ever carried twins before! And thank the stars, for the energy required to nurture not one but two dragonlets would be almost too much for a human body to bear.

"Are you certain?" he asked her, hoping it was only a suspicion.

"Quite," she replied simply. "They're both facing down, in a good position to come out."

Benat nodded; this at least was normal. Unlike human babies, who sometimes came out breech, or caused their mothers to retch until they could barely keep down water, or a dozen other difficulties he could only imagine, dragonlets were easy to carry and bear -- so long as they absorbed the draconic energy of their fathers.

This was what worried him the most. "And how is Valeria?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders. She seemed hale and hearty in his arms, but he needed to be sure.

"She's the healthiest as I have ever seen a woman to be, while carrying a dragon's child," the midwife assured him.

"I told you," Valeria murmured, "I feel perfectly alright. Better than alright. I feel wonderful."

He eyed her dubiously. She had bloomed after he planted his seed in her, growing ever more lusty and lustful. His father had told him most brides withdrew after being bred, so painful an act it was for them. But she had opened up to him, and while he thanked the mountains daily for that, it still puzzled him.

"How often do you lie together?" the midwife asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Twice a day," Valeria answered, cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Should we... do it... more often, because they're twins?"

"If you feel up to it," the midwife answered. "But whatever you're doing is more than enough to satisfy the dragonlets inside you. They're growing big and strong, just like you."

Benat stared at his wife in wonder, caressing her face. How amazing she was, not only for responding to their mating as she did, but now carrying his young with the ease of a she-dragon as well.

"I will report my findings to the elders," the midwife continued. "And you must keep me updated of any changes. They're most interested in your unusual compatibility."

Benat nodded, only half listening. Were there more women out there in the human world like her? Could there be some special way of selecting brides they had yet to discover?

The midwife left and he wrapped his arms around Valeria, nuzzling into her hair. "You are magnificent," he murmured. "I will roar long into the night when our dragonlets are born."

She giggled. "Is that what that means? Whenever we heard that sound, we thought the dragons must be angry, so the village leaders would always meet and wring their hands. But to think, it's just the sound of a proud father announcing his child to the world."

"It's a song to honor the mother more than anything," he explained. Even now, he had an urge to fly to a mountaintop and call out the joy and gratitude he felt.

He reached down to her large belly, tenderly caressing her. Already he was imagining holding the little ones in his arms, teaching them to fly. What kind of dragons would they be, he wondered? Fire dragons like him and his father, or would their birth bring more surprises?

"What are you thinking?" Valeria asked him.

He kissed her cheek. "I can't wait to watch them grow up. I wish we could do it together."

"Can't we?" she asked, her face pulled into a lovely, confused frown.

"Well..." he began, unsure of how to explain things without dampening the mood.

"Oh," she said softly. "It's because all the others want to live separately, isn't it?"

"Yes," he agreed, "but also, it's too dangerous for the younger women and dragons to be near each other." She nodded, stroking her belly pensively, her eyes distant. "So the dragonlets go back and forth, until they come of age," he finished.

Valeria sighed, and his heart constricted. "Isn't there a way for us to all be together, as a family? We can meet here in the mating hall, and the older women and elder dragons can come here too."

The vision tugged at him, and he could see it in his mind. The four of them, eating together, talking and laughing, just like he imagined human families did. "I suppose... we could ask the elders."

"Do we need their permission?" she asked sharply, and he patted her hand consolingly.

"Usually, after a dragonlet is born, it's time for another bride to arrive. But there are several mating halls, so it shouldn't be difficult to stay here."

"Good," she replied, closing her eyes and snuggling into him. He smiled down at her large belly, and her hand found his atop it.

They stayed like that for a time, holding hands over her womb, feeling one or the other of the dragonlets as they kicked. Then Valeria sat up.

"I need you," she announced. "I can't wait any longer. Take off your clothes."

He grinned and kissed her cheek, then did as he was told. Her desire for him had risen to match his own for her, and they could scarcely carry on a conversation without her demanding that he make love to her.

He folded his garments and left them on the table beside the bed, then returned to sit. He inhaled deeply, pulling her heady scent into his body, wakening his loins. He stroked his cock slowly, soon becoming erect for her, and she moaned in appreciation.

He watched as she pulled up her skirt, slipping her fingers between her legs. She closed her eyes and tilted back her head, whimpering as she fingered herself.

"Is this how you feel when you're near me?" she asked. "I can barely stand the urge to jump on you. Even doing this" -- she gestured to her hand rubbing at her cunt -- "barely satisfies me."

"Do you touch yourself when you're alone?" he asked, and the idea of it made him grow harder, precum dripping from the head of his member.

"It's easier when I'm away from you," she said. "But I do." She opened her eyes, pupils wide in the low light. "Do you like that?"

"Can't you tell?" he teased her, rubbing up and down on his cock. His precum was oily and warm, and spreading it over himself felt delicious.

"Put your giant cock in my cunt," she demanded, and he smiled.

"As you command," he murmured, spreading his legs and beckoning her to sit on him.

She crouched over him, balancing her hands on his shoulders, her large belly between them. He let out a sigh as she lowered herself onto him, her lower lips spreading open and enveloping the head of his cock in her soft wetness.

He thrust up inside her and she whimpered, letting her pelvis fall to meet his. She was suddenly all around him, tight and warm, and he groaned in satisfaction. He jutted his hips up, pushing deeper inside her, widening her tight cunt as he did so. She moaned with each thrust, grinding downward to guide him further inside.

"Oh, husband," she sighed, "I love it when you fill my body."

"How -- does it -- feel?" he grunted between thrusts.

"You make me so full, and the way you rub against me is just perfect." She moaned as he thrust harder at her words.

He reached up under the hem of her dress, patting her distended womb and moving upward to find her engorged breasts. They had grown along with her belly, and now they hung heavy with milk in anticipation of nourishing his offspring.

Carefully he put a finger to her sensitive nipple, and she whimpered. Already it was wet, and he brought up a second hand to lift her simple dress over her head. She shifted and raised her arms, helping him. He threw it to the floor and relished the sight of her, belly full of dragonlets, riding his dick.

He lifted a swollen breast to his face, still thrusting methodically, and closed his lips around her wide, dark areolas. Tentatively he licked her nipple, and her breath hitched, so he lapped at it until milk began seeping out.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, clutching him tighter.

Spurred on, he opened wide and sucked, pulling her sweet breastmilk into his mouth. She whimpered at this, throwing her head back and clenching his cock tight with her core.

"Empty me, husband!" she murmured, and he obliged her.

Suckling gently, he moved to play with the nipple of her other breast until it too was leaking the creamy white liquid that would feed their young. She gasped and writhed as he continued thrusting up into her, moaning with every flick of his tongue. Her first breast ran dry, so he switched, swallowing mouthfuls of her milk. He pinched delicately at her first nipple, which made her squeal with pleasure.

Soon her breasts were empty, and she sighed with relief. "They were starting to hurt," she told him, "but they feel much better now."

"I shall be sure to milk you when we meet, until you give birth," he promised, and she hummed in agreement.

Benat resumed his focus on thrusting up into her core, enjoying her soft groans and high-pitched moans every time he pushed deeper inside her. Her cunt had opened up for him, but she still clenched him now and then, a sweet sensation he had told her pleased him greatly.

He was getting close now, but the dragonlets in her needed his dragon seed. "I need to change forms," he told her, and reluctantly she lifted herself off him.

She lay down sideways on the bed, holding her large belly as he stepped away. He grew as he shifted forms, body parts moving and morphing into his dragon shape. She'd started watching him transform ever since she first saw his dragon form, when he'd bred her. The memory of that night lengthened his enormous, pulsing cock, and he prowled towards her.

He could hear her heart beat faster as he approached, smell the hint of fear that always struck her in this moment. To his dragon senses, she seemed so much smaller and delicate, with her soft skin and tiny hands. His eyes were almost as big as her palms, his head easily twice the size of hers. But she needed him, and trusted him too after these many months.

Valeria turned about on all fours, lifting her buttocks high in the air. As always the sight filled him with hot lust, and he purred. He could smell her desire, her wet pussy and her soft asshole both yearning to be opened up. He grasped her butt cheeks and spread them apart, staring at her rosebud as she clenched it over and over with need.

"Please, husband," she begged, and he grunted in reply.

He brought the tip of his member against her asshole and rubbed in circles around it, teasing her and oozing his hot precum to warm her up. She whimpered and tried to thrust backwards onto him, but he held her tight, making a toothy grin at her eagerness.

"Patience, my sweet," he rumbled, and he heard her huff in response.

When she was whining and squirming with need, he finally pushed open her asshole. He eased himself in, slowly and deeply, until she yelped as his hot scales grazed her buttocks. Pulling out, he left a trail of slimy precum that would fuel her desire even more. He had only to wait a moment before she began writhing and moaning, rotating her ass in the air.

"Please, Benat, fuck me with your monster dick," Valeria begged, and he did.

He spread her open and slid inside her, pushing deep into her ass. She was tight and limber and full of his juices, and he groaned with pleasure.

"More!" she moaned as he thrust his cock into her, deep and hard. "Pound my ass until you finish inside me! Give me your dragon cum!"

"What a lustful little bride you are," he growled, "so desperate for my seed."

Her words were leading him there sooner than he wanted, and he slowed his pace, going as gentle as he could. Benat wanted to savor the sublime feeling of thrusting deep into his mate's bowels. Her intestines were slippery and tight, and he bored them open over and over with his great veined cock. He was enjoying her wiggling and moaning underneath him as he mounted her again and again. Every time he speared her ass open, she made such sweet noises.

"More," she pleaded, and he gave it to her.

He was ready to come now; he beat a solid rhythm deep inside her. Her moans turned to wails, growing higher and higher. He pounded into her as she had asked, hard and fast, until at last she squeaked and came. Her asshole gripped the base of his organ tightly, and he knew that if he put a claw in her core, he would find it clenching rhythmically.

Benat thrust inside her as she orgasmed, then reached his own peak. He came jerkily in her ass, spewing long ropes of viscous cum deep inside her. He imagined her soft membranes absorbing his juices, delivering his magic to the two little ones he'd put inside her. He shivered at the thought, ejaculating once more before pulling out.

His cum oozed out of her open hole, and he licked her there until she clenched shut. His organ was still dripping, and he slurped up his juices with his long, rough tongue. Looking back at the bed, he saw his mate curled up sideways, still breathing heavily. He shifted back to human form and joined her, caressing her large belly.

"Did that satisfy you?" he asked her, and she nodded tiredly.

"But I'll want more later. I think we should do three times a day."

"It would be my pleasure," he murmured. "I will mount you as often as you desire."

"Good," she replied, a smile on her lips. "I'll have to think of a second name."

"A second one?" He hadn't realized she'd already picked one out.

"Yes. I was going to name him Loran, after my grandfather."

"Hmm." It wasn't a bad name, though it lacked a certain... dragon quality. "What about Ohan?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Is it a family name?"

"Yes," he said defensively. "It was my great-great-uncle's. He sired five clutches of dragonlets with his mate Katalin, and --"

"I get it," she mumbled. "As long as it's a family name."

He stroked her hair; she was going to fall asleep soon. And once she did, he would go find his father and tell him the good news, about the twins and how healthy Valeria was while carrying them.

Perhaps tonight, after taking his mate once more, he might speak with the elders about their hopes to raise the dragonlets together. Surely they'd approve, for living together would naturally encourage them to breed again once she was ready. He might even hear from the elders their theories about her rare affinity for dragon magic, her body's attunement to him.

Benat kissed Valeria's forehead tenderly, and she smiled in return. "I can't wait to meet our dragonlets," he murmured.

"Soon enough, my love," she replied, and then she fell asleep.